Wee

Brigid

Felt alone,

Wanting nothing

But a hand to hold.

Yet whenever she reached

For one, she found nothing but air.

She was missing a piece of her soul.

She wondered if she was born like that,

For her sweet brother Donald was also quiet,

And Minerva was different in some strange

Way. Perhaps they could find the

Holes in her soul. Yet perhaps not.

Minerva was still a babe,

Likely to always be,

And Donald loved their

Parents more than

Brig, so she

Remained

Sole.